157. Chapter 157

The subscription ratio of this article is ≥ 50%, which can be read normally, otherwise it will be delayed for three days, and the supplement can be read immediately. After sending the doctor away, grandmother Zhao became angry on the spot.

She looked in her fifties, with her gray hair neatly pulled back in a bun. He has a long face, his eyelids are a little droopy, and his face becomes triangular-shaped when pulled, which makes him look particularly unforgiving.

Without Zhao's need to speak, Sun said: "Zhao'er, it's not because the fourth aunt said something about you, but you are a girl who likes to make a fuss. Could it be that you are deliberately torturing us all, even if you don't feel happy..."

Before she could finish her words, she was pulled by the man Xue Qinghuai.

"Okay, just say a few words. Zhao'er is not ignorant. Besides, the dog is already sick. It would be a good idea to find a doctor so that the family can rest assured."

"I said less and less, and I didn't say anything..."

"You also said..."

The couple went out talking and tugging. Aunt Yang smiled at Zhao'er and then said to her mother-in-law: "Mom, let's go and let the dog have a good rest."

Mrs. Zhao glanced at the dog on the kang, snorted coldly, turned around and left. Just from her posture, it can be seen that she is very angry.

In fact, this is indeed the case. The Xue family cannot be called a very wealthy family. To hire a doctor from the town costs at least one or two hundred bucks. How many times can the Xue family have to deal with this with their current wealth? ! In particular, the doctor's pulse diagnosis just now confirmed Zhao's guess that Xue Gouzi was deliberately pretending to be ill, and it was strange that she was happy.

Let Mrs. Zhao see that the two brats from the second room were deliberately torturing the family, but since the eldest daughter-in-law came forward to persuade them, Ms. Zhao naturally wouldn't say any more.

Generally speaking, among the three daughters-in-law of the Xue family, Yang is the most popular with Zhao. The eldest has an unusual status, and Zhao is willing to give some face to the eldest daughter-in-law.

After Mrs. Zhao and Mrs. Yang left, only the third uncle Xue Qingbai and the third aunt Zhou were left in the house. The two of them didn't talk much, and they didn't stay too long. Zhao'er thought that it was hard work for his third uncle just now, so he sent the two of them out with a smile.

When he turned around and came back, he saw Xue Gouzi lying on the kang with his eyes open, as if he had gone crazy.

She didn't think much about it. She came to the kang and touched his head: "Dog, don't think too much. They don't believe you are sick but have a headache. I believe you. Take good care of yourself and don't think too much." "

Xue Gouzi glanced at her, his mouth was dry and his throat was tight: "Zhao'er..."

"What's wrong? Are you still feeling uncomfortable somewhere?"

Feeling these not-delicate but very warm hands touching his head and face, Xue Gouzi felt a sense of reality and happiness that he had never experienced before.

She is not dead, and neither is he.

Although he didn't like some of her daily actions, and even hated her status as his child bride, he never thought about letting her die, so how could he be the one who killed his wife and son.

But Xue Gouzi was still very flustered, because that dream was too real. After experiencing that dream for more than seventy years, it was as if he had also experienced that life. But when I woke up from the dream, I didn't dare to look back after all the vicissitudes of life.

"Zhao'er..."

"Why!"

"Zhao'er..."

"Um."

"Zhao'er..."

A stream of heat suddenly flowed out unconsciously from the dry eyes.

This frightened Zhao'er so much that she didn't even think about how the little man would never call her that, let alone let her get close to him. She took his head into her arms and asked him anxiously what was going on. .

Seeing that he didn't speak and was just crying in his arms, Zhao'er couldn't help but misunderstand whether those people just made him think too much. From Zhao'er's perspective, the little man just had a lot of things on his mind and never said it out loud, otherwise he wouldn't have gotten this serious illness.

She patted his back again and again, holding him in her arms like she had held him when he was a child, and comforted him: "Don't be afraid, dog. Even if they don't send you to study, I will send you there, and I will give it to you even if I sell iron." go."

*

After all, Xue Gouzi was recovering from a serious illness, and after experiencing such an incident, he drank some gruel for dinner and went to bed.

Zhao'er covered him with a quilt and then went to pack the backpack he had just brought back.

The backpack was filled with needlework and other items. These were rags that Zhao'er bought from the embroidery shop in the town. The reason why I got into this business was because I used to recruit children to carry bags made by women in the village to sell in embroidery workshops.

There were no adults in the second room. Although the family was in charge of the food, money was needed for the pens, inks, paper and inkstones that Xue Gouzi used to study, as well as the clothes, bedding and some odds and ends for the two of them.

It would be impossible to get money from the Zhao family. Although the uncle Xue Qingshan promised to treat his nephew as his own son, Zhao'er only saw the eldest son's child with a shiny mouth on weekdays, and Xue Juncai never cared about it. Lack of pens, ink, paper and inkstones. In comparison, the little man was as thin as a bamboo pole, with a bald pen that Xue Qingshan didn't use back then.

Zhao'er has always been a strong person. She couldn't bear to wrong the little man, so she had to rack her brains and look for money everywhere. There were no opportunities to make money in the countryside, so she went to the town to look around, and she would try to do anything that was within her ability and did not require capital.

In the past few years, she has collected vegetables from the village and sold them in the town. She has taken jobs from the embroidery workshop and assigned them to the women in the village who are skilled in craftsmanship. She often goes to the mountains to find wild products to sell.

Now this business has been done several times. Zhaoer is sweet-mouthed and thick-skinned. The boss of the embroidery shop can't stand her nagging, so he sells her the unwanted scraps in bags. She takes them back, sorts and cuts them, and asks the women in the village to help make purses or something, and then she can make a lot of money by reselling them in the embroidery shop. It's much better than just accepting purses made by others before, and making a penny from several purses.

If it weren't for making some money from this business, it's unknown when Xue Gouzi will recover from his serious illness this time. Zhaoshi would have stopped paying for medicine. The medicines behind were bought by Zhaoer herself, and she had to hide them, for fear that other people in the Xue family would know.

When she thought of this, Zhaoer's mouth pursed tightly.

She has always been quick and nimble. Seeing that she had picked some usable pieces of cloth, she didn't bother anymore. She chose the clean ones and spread them on the square table, and cut these strange-shaped pieces of cloth into uniform shapes with scissors.

This is how much cloth Zhaoer calculated based on how much cloth is needed to make a purse. It is neither too much nor too little. She will not show these scraps to others.

It is not easy for country people to earn a penny. If people know about it, this way of making money will definitely be robbed in a few days.

Zhaoer also wants to make money from this to support the little man to go to school in the town, so that she can go only when she comes to see Xue Jun, and her little man can also go. Zhaoer has always been prepared for things. She knows that the eldest wife will never let such a good thing fall on the little man.

It is better to rely on yourself than to rely on others, and it is better to rely on yourself than on mountains and rivers.

Since she was seven years old and was taken away by her grandma and father to exchange for money, Zhaoer understood this truth.

Zhaoer finished the work in her hands, saw that the little man was sleeping soundly, and looked outside. It was already dark, so she wrapped the cloth she had sorted out with something and hurried out.

Yuqing Village was particularly peaceful under the night. The light silver moonlight fell on the village path. Although the road surface was still unclear, it was not dark after all.

Zhaoer walked along the way without even startling a dog.

This is not a skill that ordinary people can have. You have to know that in places like the countryside, almost every household has a dog. Dogs are particularly alert at night. Whenever someone walks by the door, they will bark wildly. Even if there is a thief who comes to the door, he will be scared away by the dog.

Zhaoer also developed this skill because she walked on the road at night many times.

Of course, it is also related to Heizi who followed her.

Heizi is a country dog, but it is stronger and bigger than ordinary dogs. There are not many dogs in Yuqing Village that can beat Heizi, and it is because of Heizi that Zhaoer dares to walk alone at night.

She went to a family's house with ease. It was also strange that the other party knew that she would come at this time and kept the door open for her. As soon as she entered the door, the dog of this family rushed over. Before she got in front of her, a black shadow pounced over and knocked the other party to the ground. The dog was immediately scared and lay on the ground without barking.

Zhao'er gloated on the side: "You don't learn your lesson!"

At this time, a man came out of the house and walked forward while laughing: "This black guy is bullying our Wangcai again, Zhao'er, come in and sit down."

"Aunt Guihua, I won't go in, I'm in a hurry to go back."

Zhao'er handed the things in her hand to the person who came, and took some things from the other party, wrapped them with cloth, and then went to the next house.

Zhao'er went to five households.

She was eager to make money, but there were few women in the village who were good at needlework, and the person she found had to be tight-lipped and reliable, otherwise, before she made the money, it would be spread all over the village, and she would not make much money.

The reason why she said that was that when she collected vegetables from the village and sold them in the town, it was spread out by people who were not careful with their mouths, causing her to be pointed at all day long. She was not afraid of being pointed at, but these things finally reached the ears of the little man, and some villagers teased him about it, so she and the little man had a lot of conflicts. Moreover, she could not get any vegetables in the village after that. Even if someone sold them to her, it was at a high price.

In the end, she could only go to other villages to get vegetables. It was not a waste of effort. Since then, Zhaoer has learned a lesson. You have to make money secretly. Only by doing it secretly can you make a fortune.

When Zhaoer returned home, Xue Gouzi was still sleeping on the kang.

She went to get some water to wash her face and wipe her hands before getting on the kang. There was only one kang in the second room. She had slept with Xue Gouzi since she was a child and was used to it.

Heizi slept under the kang. Just when Zhaoer entered the room, it followed her and slipped in. It chose a place to lie down. It seemed that the dog's eyes were closed, but in fact, its two ears were erected and moved from time to time.

Before Zhaoer lay down, he leaned over to look at the little man, touched his forehead, and then went to sleep with peace of mind.

*

Compared to the second room, which had only two rooms and one kang because of the small population, the treatment of the first room was obviously much better. The whole three rooms of the east wing were occupied by the big house. At this time, Yang was talking to Xue Qingshan in the east room.

Yang told her what happened today, and Xue Qingshan frowned immediately after listening.

He was not at home during the day, so he naturally didn't know what happened at home. Nowadays, some respectable families would invite scholars to preside over weddings and funerals, but rural families couldn't afford scholars, so some would invite students to make up the numbers.

Why are they all scholars, and they are different from ordinary people.

Today, Xue Qingshan was invited by a family in a nearby village to hold a wedding. Not only did he not have to give gifts, but he could also get a wedding gift after eating and drinking.

However, rural families are poor, so the wedding gift will not be too much, at most a few dozen coins.

Xue Qingshan liked this kind of work the most. At this time, he would randomly assign articles to the school children to memorize, and then go out for the whole day, and no one would say anything. What he likes is not only having money, but also this time is when he is most proud.

He was seated as the guest of honor, and the men who came to have a wedding banquet were all proud to chat with him.

He is Master Tong Sheng!

Of course, it would be better if Tong Sheng could be replaced by a scholar, Xue Qingshan would only dream of it. But over the years, I have become more or less self-aware, and I can't help but place my hopes on my son.

Unfortunately, someone is blocking this road now.

Xue Qingshan drank a lot of wine, his fair and fat face turned red, and he was holding his breath in his heart, so he cursed: "What's wrong with this bitch? I really opened a dyeing shop just to give him some color." !”

Yang sighed faintly: "Who told you to agree to the second son so easily in the first place? Now you are riding a tiger and it is difficult to get off, but it is a loss to our talented people."

"In that situation, the second brother seemed to be honest, and he wanted to show off to his brother before he died. If I had known that he was so careful, I would have tried to silence him, but there were so many people Here, the second son got into trouble again because of me. If I don't even agree to this, how can I stand in front of others. "

Of course Ms. Yang knew this, but she couldn't calm down. Just because of that bullshit promise, Dafang had been tied up. Her son wanted to study in the library, but he had to hide it and beg for favors.

She was originally a proud and arrogant person, so naturally the more she thought about it, the more annoyed she became. Her eyes were flashing with fire, but her face was sneered: "Because he suddenly became so ill, dad originally planned to make the decision for us, so we had to endure it. But he has been sick for the past few days, and now he has made such a fuss, and my mother is already annoyed. I asked my fourth daughter-in-law to tell her that the dog is not pretending to be sick. She must have decided that he is pretending now. sick."

Xue Qingshan's eyes lit up: "That's a good idea. I'll go talk to my parents tomorrow and ask them to implement this matter." He smiled and put his arm around Yang's shoulders and said, "My wife is smarter. , prepared the backup plan early.”

Yang gave him an angry look, and the two rested together, saying nothing for the night.

Zhao'er was not angry, but just a little aggrieved and said: "Then how can the eldest aunt stay? She is not a woman? Besides, dogs can't talk. I won't watch him because I'm afraid he will say something to anger me. "

In fact, her subtext was just that she was afraid of being bullied by others, and no one present could hear it.

Mr. Xue stared at her. Now he really suspected that this girl was responsible for all this. He knew that Gou'er was a dull child. Why didn't he go to the grave earlier and cry that he wouldn't go there until later? But he went at this time.

Thinking of all the disobedient things this girl had done in the past, Mr. Xue felt disgusted in his heart. But he also knew that now was not the time to vent his anger, but to resolve the matter.

"Since you want to listen, then listen." His tone was the same as before, but everyone could hear the dissatisfaction in his voice.

Zhao'er couldn't hear it clearly and stood aside.

Seeing this, Mrs. Sun was also busy dragging Xue Qinghuai away.

"Since Zhao'er has stayed, let's stay and listen." She laughed along with him.

Mr. Xue was immediately furious: "Since you want to listen, just stay and listen."

So everyone stayed, including the four-year-old Mao Dan, and even Mrs. Zhou who was busy in the kitchen, stayed behind under the guise of cleaning the table.

In the huge main room, only an oil lamp was lit on the square table. The wick jumped and the shadows were blurry. Everyone's eyes were looking at Mr. Xue. But he suddenly didn't know where to start. He looked around at everyone's faces with a heavy gaze, and finally landed on Xue Tingyan's face.

"Actually, there's nothing wrong. I just want to talk about what the boss said a while ago about sending his children to a school in the town."

Zhao'er was inexplicably nervous and couldn't help but glance at Xue Tingyan and then at Mr. Xue.